There was the paiass of wussin' the pasheros apre for wongur, an' I got to the pyass, an' first cheirus I lelled a boro bittus--twelve or thirteen bar.

Then I nashered my wongur, an' penned I wouldn't pyass koomi, an' I'd latch what I had in my poachy.

Adoi I jalled from the gudli 'dree the toss-ring for a pashora, when I dicked a waver mush, an' he putched mandy, 'What bak ?' and I penned pauli, 'Kek bak; but I've got a bittus left.' So I wussered with lester an' nashered saw my covvas--my chukko, my gad, an' saw, barrin' my rokamyas.

Then I jalled kerri with kek but my rokamyas an--I borried a chukko off my pen's chavo.
"And when my juva dickt'omandy pash-nango, she pens, 'Dovo's tute's heesis ?' an' I pookered her I'd been a-koorin'.

But she penned, 'Why, you haven't got your hovalos an; you didn't koor tute's hovalos avree ?' 'No,' I rakkered; 'I taddered em offus.